In the Foyer

I was waiting in the foyer, like always. He was a couple of minutes late, like always. His eyes found me sitting and he sensed the change. No urgent pace, no wet kiss. He sensed it was 'the talk'.

"I told him about us," I said, "but it's good with him."

"So why are you sitting here?"

"I need to know if it's good with you too."

I continued on. "You haven't told your wife yet, and we are having an affair", with the emphasis on "are". "You know, at first I was thrilled by the naughtiness, but I'm fundamentally a good person. And it's been weighing down on me. I've had two lovers, my husband and you, for two years now, after twenty years of faithful marriage and two children. I needed to tell him. For me. I wanted to stop cheating".

"Do you want it to stop? You and me? This?"

I said "No" and we looked each other straight in the eyes for the first time, and our lips touched, "No, no, no" and our faces reunited. I explained "I love sex with you both. You are so different. Our wild fucking makes me feel female and fabulous, even at fifty. But he is so used to my body, so good with me, he can make love to me for an hour, he gently touches me, and strokes my tummy, and masturbates me, and makes me gently cum over and over, and then even after he is inside me and when he's ready to release, he asks me where I want it."

"I loved when we fucked for the first time, and you just did it up me. No condom, you didn't ask if I was on the pill, you didn't pull out. You just did it straight into me, as though it was your right. Did you know I was unprotected that time? I want you to tell me honestly."

"Really honestly?"

"Absolutely"

"I thought you were married so you had contraception under control, probably you were on the pill, or couldn't get pregnant, and if you were really worried you would have told me to pull out and ..."

I sensed the hesitation, but it was my turn now to mind fuck him. "Is that all?"

He hesitated, but I would not let go. This was important to what I had to say next. There was a pause. His eyes then connected.

"I did not mind if you got pregnant ... and you really seemed to be enjoying the sex.", he whispered.

"Did not mind or did not care?" I was not letting him move it to my feelings, just yet.

"Did not mind. I cared, I cared. When I was cumming, I was thinking about getting you pregnant. I don't think I have ever put so much into a woman as I put into you that afternoon. Even when I was twenty." I did not expect this twist.

"Did you think of the consequences?" I well remember the flood, but I was not letting my mind fuck of him go yet.

"No. ... Yes. I thought of your belly swelling, and you having a baby inside you, and how wonderful you would look."

"What about after I had the baby? The nappies, the school, the money."

"No, not that. It was just the thrill of unprotected sex with a gorgeous woman."

"Did you share that thought with me? I was there for a fuck, and you were trying to get me pregnant. How do you think I should feel about that?" The word pregnant was turning me on, but I kept his buildup going, not letting go the tension.

"That was our first time, I couldn't tell you something like that. How would that sound, asking a married woman for a fuck is a lot different from asking to get her pregnant." There he said it again.

"But that's what you did. You tried to get me pregnant. A married woman you barely knew and you were trying to put a baby inside me. I did not agree to that."

"You agreed to be f..., have sex, and you must have known, at the end, I was going to do it in you. I even told you I was about to cum, to give you a chance if you didn't want it inside you."

"You're not getting it. It's not about the fucking and the cum, yes I wanted that, and agreed and I loved that, I wanted your cum in me, deep in me. I adored the feeling. And its was so good I've done it with you once a month for the last two years. I love the sex - the fucking - the cum - I love it. I feel great with your cum in my body." "It's about you wanting to get me pregnant. It's your thoughts, not what you did."

I continued on. "So I maybe I understand the first time, not telling me. But we know each other pretty well now, and we are friends. Couldn't you tell your friend that? Tell her you wanted to get her pregnant, ... to fuck her pregnant?" Fuck I was wet.

"I couldn't - you would have thought I was weird."

"I'm your friend, and it's not as though we haven't said some pretty weird stuff to each other". My mind raced through a dozen fantasies we shared. He looked straight at me.

"I want to get you pregnant. Every time we have sex I think about it, every time I jerk off thinking about you, you're pregnant. About six months pregnant, when your belly would be lovely and round with our baby inside you. I know it won't happen, and if it did the consequences would be bad, but that makes no difference. I really turns me on the thought of giving you a baby. It's like some of the other stuff we talk about, we don't really want that to come true either."

"What about if it was someone else's baby. My husbands."

"You told me he pulls out."

"No, I said he asks me. Sometimes I tell him to do it in me when I know he shouldn't." I set him free. "It's a huge turn on for me too. That first time I really was unprotected, and when I felt it hitting me, I knew you could be pegging me."

"And you did not say either?"

"I didn't want you to think I was weird." That's when we kissed for real, and in public, and he stood up. I pulled him back down.

"There is more. I told him last week about us. He was surprisingly calm, and he asked if I loved you, and if I wanted to divorce him. I told him yes - I loved you a little, and I loved him fully, and no I did not want a divorce."

"And?"

"And he asked if it was good, and I told him it was, and I didn't want it to stop. I asked him to have an affair too. I suggested his cousin, who he has always had the hots for, and she for him. I don't know if he will. I hope he does, it would be so good for him. And then I saw he had an erection and I asked him to take me to bed, and make love to me."

"And did you?"

"No, he called me a slut, and he did not make love to sluts, but he always wanted to fuck one. That's the first time ever he said 'fuck' to me, or called me a slut. And he took me upstairs and fucked me for the first time. It was a real fuck, but not as wild as you and me, but a good fuck none the less. And we talked a lot over the next few days. He does not want it to be a secret, I have to tell him when we do it."

"So what if I was pregnant, but not to you? Would that be OK with you."

"Yes - very OK. Are you?"

I touched my tummy the way pregnant women do. "Very unlikely. But I have had a lot of unprotected sex in the last few weeks, and I will be today with you again, and it's definitely my preggy time of the month." He hugged me.

"I have to tell you. I had sex with him just before I came here. He did it up me, and I am still full of it. His." I looked into his face and he kissed me. "You OK with that?"

He took me by the hand and led me to our room.